Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Slovakia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bobby Byrd to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Tubeway Army,
Man Parrish,
Index,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fatback Band,
EPMD,
Hasil Adkins,
The Victims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Make Up,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marvin Gaye,
X-101,
Wolf Eyes,
Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Scientists,
Basic Channel,
Metal Thangz,
The Last Poets,
The Grass Roots,
Smog,
Rotary Connection,
Q65,
Roxette,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Outsiders,
Cal Tjader,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Copeland,
The United States of America,
Anakelly,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
L. Decosne,
the Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Ituana,
Youth Brigade,
World's Most,
Black Sheep,
Ken Boothe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Audionom,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lower 48,
Gregory Isaacs,
Charles Mingus,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gabor Szabo,
Maleditus Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.